Red Red Wine (Tastes of Seduction) (10 page)

Well, for tonight anyway.

He banged his head again, then glared at her through one eye. “No… Fucking… Condom.”

And just like that, Tori experienced the same urge to bang her head against a wall.

Sheesh, she hadn’t even considered protection. She’d gone on the pill months ago, but Andrew was an unknown entity. No matter how badly she might want to fuck him, there was no way she could take a chance on sex without a condom.

Which left her with a problem of her own making—a very aroused man whom she’d deliberately teased to a point of pain.

Tori scrambled off him and pushed herself to her feet.

“You’re…leaving?” he wheezed.

“Hardly.” She gave an unladylike snort and offered him her hand.

He eyed it but made no move to take it. “Need a minute a here.” He closed his eyes again and rested his head against the very spot he’d just banged.

“No, you don’t.” She leaned down and took his hand in hers, tugging at it.

Pulling him up was as easy as shoving a mountain a few feet over to the left.

“Andrew,” she cooed.

He opened just one eye and stared at her.

“Stand up, Ando. Do it for me.”

With a hoarse curse, Andrew pushed himself up, muttering something about an imminent stroke. The second he was upright, she switched positions with him, dropping to her knees at his feet.

“Fuck, Tori…”

She buried her face in his jean-clad groin, rubbing her cheek against his erection. “Shhh, Ando. Fair’s fair.”

“Oh, Jesus.” His cock jerked erratically. “Y-you don’t have to do this.”

“I know.” She replaced her cheek with her hand, massaging along his length. “I want to.”

Andrew swayed, and a
thunk
echoed through the air as he hit the beam, using it to hold himself upright.

Tori took the opportunity to undo his button and fly and flip the elastic waist of his cotton boxers over the head of his cock.

“You can stop, sweetheart. Anytime you want, you can stop.”

“Yeah, right.” As if. “Like maybe tomorrow morning?”

His response was incoherent.

She wrapped her lips around that head and sucked him into her mouth.

“Tori!” Her name exploded out of him, and if she could have responded, she would have. But since his cock was in her mouth, and she wasn’t releasing it anytime soon, responding wasn’t an option. Instead she gave her full attention to the tip of his shaft, sucking gently as she ran her tongue all the way around its circumference.

His musky smell was stronger now. More intense, and the very manliness of it made her wetter.

For a brief moment she wondered when she’d put her shorts back on and where her panties were, but then Andrew’s hips surged upward, and she stopped wondering.

God, he tasted good. Just like he smelled. Musky and manly. And salty.

She licked at his tip, loving the telltale signs of his excitement, the precome leaking from his cock. She wanted to eat him whole, just take his entire length into her mouth and work him with her cheeks and her tongue and the back of her throat.

But his jeans and boxers proved constrictive. She couldn’t get farther than halfway down his shaft.

Fisting the waistband of his pants, she yanked them over his hips and down. He wriggled around, helping her, and the jeans pooled at his feet. Then she did the same with his boxers. As she lowered the clothing, she took him deeper into her mouth, his responding groans urging her on.

Tori’s hands closed around his thighs, finding the rigid muscles in his long, lean legs.

His dick was also long and lean, and totally unfamiliar. She relished discovering every inch of it. She didn’t need to stretch her mouth quite as wide as she was used to, and surprisingly, Andrew’s cockhead touched the back of her throat long before her lips met the base.

She almost gagged. Had to remind herself to breathe through her nose.

He wound his hands through her hair and held her with such tenderness, tears filled her eyes. God, his touch did her wonders. Made the horror of the earlier evening seem not quite so horrible. Made the skin on her arms stand out with goose bumps.

“Tor… Christ…I— I didn’t expect this.”

And maybe that, right there, was what had made Tori want to do this more than anything. Andrew expected nothing from her that she wasn’t willing to give.

Sucking him off, making love to his dick with her mouth, was a major turn-on. The man was delicious. No two ways about it. Given the chance, she’d spend hours sucking his cock.

She wrapped her arms around his thighs and grabbed hold of his ass cheeks, using them for leverage, angling his hips a little higher so she could take him in deeper. His buttocks were hard as rock, as though he’d clenched them together in an effort to…restrain himself?

God, yes, that’s exactly what he was doing. Holding himself still, refusing to move, leaving it up to Tori to determine how deep she took him in, how fast she moved.

Yeah, right. That so wasn’t how this was going to play out.

As she pulled off him, she increased the suction with her cheeks, so when she finally released his cock, it popped out of her mouth, making him swear above her.

Tori let go of one ass cheek to wrap a palm around his dick, lowered her head and licked her way along the sensitive underside of his erection. She laved him from top to bottom, shifting her hand as necessary to allow her tongue access to every inch.

And then she dipped even lower and subjected his balls to the same treatment, licking as much of them as possible. She would have run her tongue behind his balls, but in this position, it was impossible.

Yet she couldn’t forget how he’d teased her earlier, the first time. How he’d run his finger between her ass cheeks and tickled her. She slipped her finger in her mouth, wetting it, and then ran that same finger over his balls and back, up the crease of his ass.

Andrew murmured something nonsensical and jerked his hips upward.

Tori abandoned licking his testicles for his dick, hungry to take him back inside her mouth. Only this time, she wasn’t going to let him hold back, wasn’t going to allow him any restraint. As she trailed her finger higher, she teased his tip with her tongue, then pulled back ever so slightly.

Andrew growled and pushed his hips forward an inch, just enough to get the head of his shaft back into her mouth. She suckled it gently before pulling back again.

He bucked his hips, and she gave him the victory, bobbing her head as she fucked him with her mouth.

Andrew’s fists tightened in her hair, and she opened wider, inviting him in farther.

His buttock turned to iron beneath her palm, but he didn’t push in deeper. “It’s your pace, Tor. You decide.”

She’d decided. She wanted
him
to set the pace, wanted him to take what he needed from her. Tori looked up and shook her head, pulling back another inch.

He jerked forward again, as though helpless to stop himself, and his dick filled half her mouth. She sucked it before releasing his shaft and pulling her face away another inch. “More, Ando. Give me more.” She ran her finger higher between his buttocks, and Andrew’s hips surged upward, his dick unerringly finding her mouth—and filling it.

“Mmmmm.”
Now move.

He didn’t. He just stood there with his fists pulling at her hair and his ass as hard as rock beneath her hand. She wasn’t sure, but she could swear his cock swelled in her mouth. Tori had to adjust her angle, open wider to accommodate him.

A deep groan filled the air.

Jesus, was the man a saint? Why did he hold back? Was he fearful of…hurting her?

Nope, no way. He wouldn’t hurt her. Not like this. Didn’t he realize everything he’d done tonight had been the opposite of hurting? He’d helped heal her. Soothed her aches and her pains. He was the balm to her wounds.

And from the way her body lit up when she was near him, he was the match to her kindling.

The only thing that could hurt her now was if he continued to hold back. Refused to give her what she wanted—his complete capitulation. Before, when he’d taken control of her seduction, he’d owned her, owned her body and her responses. And God knew, it had heightened her awareness a thousandfold. Intensified the experience and maximized her pleasure, over and over again.

She wanted that again. Wanted him to take control. Wanted him to own her, to fuck her mouth.

Tori pushed against his buttock, forcing the bun of steel forward.

There could be no mistaking her intention. Not when she drew her lips as wide open as possible while she pushed.

Andrew fought her, refused to move, and she just pushed harder, and maybe even moaned in place of openly begging. It was pretty damned hard to beg with her mouth full.

“Tor… You’re killing me.”

She pressed her hand into his buttock.

“You could test the patience of a priest.”

Tori bobbed her head on the upper half of his cock.

“Fuck.” Torment echoed through the whisper.

She twirled her tongue as she bobbed, licking him, teasing him without applying any suction.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck.”

He was close to giving in to her. She could feel it in the tension that thrummed through his legs. Tori ran her finger over the tight muscle of his anus, and Andrew lost it. His hips pitched forward, filling her mouth with his dick. The tip hit the back of her throat, and Tori would have yelled in triumph had she had the ability.

She’d pushed Andrew over the edge, and just like she’d intended, he’d both lost control and taken it from her. Because now it wasn’t Tori fucking Andrew with her mouth, it was Andrew fucking her mouth with his cock. Rising up, filling her and then pulling back, only to thrust in again and again.

Hoarse moans rent the air as he fastened his hands on each side of her jaw and positioned her head just so. His balls slapped against her chin, and Tori traced circles around that tight ring of muscle.

“N-not gonna last,” he panted.

Pity, because Tori loved every second of his wild abandon.

He thrust harder, faster, and she hollowed her cheeks, increasing the suction against his cock.

“Can’t hold on much longer.”

Yeah, she could feel it. Feel his balls tightening and his dick swelling.

“Soon…”

She knew he was warning her, telling her to pull away before it was too late. He even loosened the grip on her jaw, giving her space and time. She didn’t move. She just flattened her tongue so with every thrust she laved his entire length.

“Ah, Christ.”

He stiffened and thrust one last time, his cock deep in her throat. A strangled groan vibrated all the way through to his ass, and he came.

Spurts of semen squirted down her throat. Once, twice, a third time.

She swallowed as well as she could without choking, and another spurt jerked from him. The tanginess of his seed coated her tongue, and it was Tori’s turn to moan. Her pussy pulsed with each pull of his release, and the emptiness that had dissipated with her last orgasm once again made her inner muscles clench with need.

The pull she felt to Andrew was magnetic. It was also raw, animalistic and all consuming. Andrew breathed and she got hot. He touched her and she went wild. He climaxed and she hit fever pitch.

Which was where she was now. Sitting at fever pitch with excitement. The more Andrew came, the more she needed to come. With every breath that rasped from his chest, she felt more and more breathless. Even lightheaded.

She’d touch herself, shove her hands in her shorts and make herself come, but then she’d have to release him. And that she refused to do, not while Andrew spent his pleasure in her mouth.

He jerked again, then again, and the streams of come lessened until the pulsing in her mouth ran dry.

Andrew shuddered violently and gave a final groan before his hips ground to a halt.

Very slowly, Tori released him, careful not to graze her teeth over his highly sensitized shaft. He slipped from her mouth with a final shudder, and she swallowed the last strands of his semen.

She expected Andrew to collapse in a useless heap. He didn’t. Seconds after she’d released him, his hands were on her arms and he was tugging her up, pulling her against him.

“Andrew—”

She never had a chance to finish. His mouth crushed down on hers and his tongue slipped between her lips. As he kissed every thought from her mind, his hands found her shorts and yanked them open.

He groaned into her mouth as his fingers sought her pussy.

Tori had no control over her hips. They undulated as though by will of their own, shoving her clit against his palm, rubbing against his hand in her desperate search for relief.

He kissed her harder, deeper, and his finger found her slit and pushed inside.

That quickly, Tori came. The combined pressure of palm against clit and finger against her clenching inner walls pushed her over the edge.

Her pleasure was swift and instant, giving her exactly what she needed.